I have vivid memories about the Easter traditions of my hometown, Orsogna, a small town in the province of Chieti. Our parents, with little or no income at all, always managed to bake us a special cake for Easter. The boys would get the cake in the shape of a horse and the girls would receive one in the shape of a doll wearing the folkloristic dress of our region. It was a simple mixture of ingredients: flour, chopped almonds, sugar and eggs.
I remember mom shaping the horse with all the details, mouth, eyes, ears, tail and a braided rope from the mouth to the saddle. The entire cake would have white icing and was sprinkled with a multicolor confetti and the saddle would be of a chocolate color. The cake was given to us to consume as we wished. I couldn't wait to go home from school and break a piece of it and eat it sitting down so I could savor every piece and make sure that I would not drop any of the little confetti.
Mom is gone for many years, but if I close my eyes an tilt my head back, I can still recapture that forever missed cake.
Happy Easter to all